I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

"Let go of that woman, and then go back to where you came from!"

When the samurai appeared, gasps of surprise erupted from the crowd:

"Ah, it's Li Ju L Sang."

“樐驹L桑俊�

"What? Is it really him?"

"Who is this person?"

"Don't you know? He's a swordsman who's recently risen to fame! He obtained the full mastery of the Kagami Shinmei-ryu style at the age of 16 and once single-handedly annihilated the Taniguchi clan that had been entrenched in Rakan."

"Oh! I remember now! Great, since the horse is so big, I can finally play with it!"

He is 1.8 meters tall and has a strong physique.

Its sheer size is enough to inspire awe.

However, Scarface was not afraid at all.

He scanned the area, looking at the... (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context).

"The chariot l's umbrella is covered with rustling silk, and the chariot ...

The scarred man had barely finished speaking when the enemy's attack crumbled.

"Enough with the nonsense! I'm not afraid of you! Release them now!"

Scarface raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and a cryptic look crossed his face.

"Hehehe, is it because you defeated the weak and feeble Taniguchi clan a while ago that your confidence has increased so much? Well then, in that case, we'll grant your wish! Umehara-kun, it's up to you!"

Atsuyuki Umehara, his hand on the sword at his waist, silently stepped forward.

He stood on the platform, looking at the foolish mother, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"Go ahead and make your move."

樐驹L煽戳丝疵比暗拿吩局幼庞挚戳丝匆慌缘牡栋塘车热耍渖溃�

"All of you, come at me together!"

"unnecessary."

Junyuki Umehara's tone remained indifferent.

"To be your enemy, there is no need to use numbers to bully the few."

"Hmph, then don't blame me for being impolite!"

樐驹L纱蠼幸簧纬龅独矗鋈酥逼松先ァ�

However, Junyuki Umehara, who was standing right in the center of his field of vision just a moment ago, has disappeared without a trace.

樐驹L商砗蟠匆煜臁耐酌偷匾凰荫杆俚鼗毓贰吩局颜驹谒詹诺奈恢谩�

In the blink of an eye, Atsuyuki Umehara seized the opportunity, swiftly reaching out and grabbing the...

Suddenly, a loud "thud" was heard, and the sound of the car crashing down echoed through the air.

The next moment, Junyuki Umehara flipped over and sat down on the edge of the chair, his body trembling as he did so.

"Ugh...!"

樐juL The doctor’s luck springJing照玶垡环杷 lazysiァ�

The entire room fell silent...

The onlookers looked at each other, completely dumbfounded.

The group they had placed high hopes on, the group they thought would easily punish Scarface and his cronies, turned out to be a complete disaster.

This...this is really...

"So? Anyone else want to try their hand at being a hero?"

Scarface stood with one hand on his hip, his face full of smugness.

"If anyone else wants to play the hero, don't hesitate to step up! We welcome your challenge!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

A heavy silence settled over the onlookers.

Scarface raised the corners of his mouth, his posture and appearance perfectly embodying the phrase "arrogant and haughty."

"Since nobody wants to be like the 'L' in 'The Horse' (a mythical creature), let's talk about the 'night' (a metaphor for something else)."

"Woman, close your eyes. No matter what noise you hear next, do not open your eyes."

Suddenly—and really at an extremely sudden moment—Scarface was interrupted.

Everyone, from Scarface and his men to the onlookers, was stunned.

Then, they looked in the direction of the sound—Qing Deng had appeared not far from Scarface at some unknown time.

He was facing the female boss, so it was clear that his words were directed at her.

The sudden and strange request stunned the female boss.

Seeing that the other party did not react, Qingdeng suddenly raised his voice and repeated what he had just said:

"Quickly close your eyes!"

The loud sound, like the tolling of a bell, startled the female boss, making her tremble twice.

Although she didn't know why Qingdeng told her to close her eyes, she was intimidated by Qingdeng's aura and obediently chose to comply, quickly closing her eyes.

Scarface raised an eyebrow and carefully looked Qingdeng up and down.

"A Kanto accent... Who are you?"

Qingdeng glanced at the other person sideways before looking away indifferently.

"It is meaningless to announce your name to a dying man who is not worthy of respect."

"Aha?"

Scarface stared wide-eyed as if he had heard the strangest tale in the world, then burst into laughter.

His gang of underlings also laughed.

Against the backdrop of Scarface and his gang's laughter, the atmosphere among the onlookers was incredibly heavy.

In the towering horse, L, the good clothes of the country were all over the place, and the eyes were filled with waves. The special clothes were changed and the fishy smell was dazzling. The rice dumplings were lowered and the pond was hot and the forgiveness was granted. The food was delicious and the overseas Chinese alliance was tinged with the Qiang dyeing. The bell was just right.

In an instant, worried gazes fell upon Qingdeng.

Although Qingdeng was tall, he had a rather slender build.

In addition, his facial features are delicate, not the imposing type with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and strong lines.

In short, Qingdeng's appearance is not intimidating.

No matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem like a master capable of defeating Scarface and his group—that's the thought that everyone in the crowd had.

"Young man, judging from your accent, I'd guess you've only been in Beijing for a few days, right?"

After the scarred man slowly stopped laughing, he puffed out his chest and, in an arrogant tone as if an elder were lecturing a junior, said unhurriedly:

"Since you're an outsider unfamiliar with Kyoto, I'll let you off this time. But I have a piece of advice for you..."

bass!

The sudden sound of a sword being drawn interrupted Scarface's words... Ah, no, correction, it should be said that it rendered Scarface unable to speak anymore.

In the blink of an eye, Qing Deng, who had been calm and collected just a second ago, flashed in front of Scarface the next second.

At the same instant, a dazzling white light shot out from his waist, tracing a breathtaking arc before flashing across Scarface's neck.

With a soft "pfft."

A large head flew off at an angle and landed on a roof not far away.

Scarface still wore that arrogant smile on his severed head, as if he was completely unaware that he had been beheaded.

Blood gushed out like a fountain from the clean cut on his neck, splattering all over the female boss, who screamed in fright and nearly opened her eyes.

"Don't move, and don't open your eyes."

Qingdeng reminded him softly.

"If you open your eyes now, you might have nightmares later."

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Qingdeng is already very strong and holds a high position, so he can transition into a "protagonist with a strong sense of pressure." (Laughing emoji)

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Incidentally, during the Edo period, the second most prevalent sexual fetish after "neck fetishism" was "foot fetishism." We'll discuss this in more detail later when we have the chance. (Leopard blushing.jpg)

Chapter 569 Goro Komaki: Tachibana Aoto and I are from the same hometown? [5000]

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump...

The head that landed on the roof beam slid down the sloping arc like a ball, making a "thump, thump, thump" sound, and fell back to the ground.

The sound of a severed head falling, the surrounding silence—the two complement each other.

The former further highlights the latter, while the latter contrasts with the former.

Snap, snap, snap, snap!

Just then, hurried footsteps suddenly rang out.

The man who had taken down a martial artist with a single blow in Kyoto—Junyu Umehara—slid up.

As he rapidly closed in on Qingdeng, he drew his sword and, using the momentum of his forward charge, forcefully chopped down the upper part of the sword.